The funeral had just finished and Tubbs was now at rest. The whole club and many others had turned out for the ceremony, including Tubbs' sister Jane. None of us even knew he had a sister, except for Karen who had managed to contact her. She'd flown all the way across the country from Boston for the funeral. I spotted her standing with Karen, the two of them helping to keep each other standing. The price we paid as his friends was nothing compared to the price he paid. We have to keep that in our minds. Though we lost a dear friend, he lost his life. He would not have flinched at this, though. Tubbs died to save me and, in the end, to save all of us. If he could bear that cost, then so must we. When someone is taken from you, and when revenge has been leveled, there is nothing left to do but mourn and make sure that their memory lives on. For the Dead Men, losing Tubbs would need to be the call that awakens us. With a powerful new ally, we would finally have the strength we needed to stand up to the powerful men who tried to control our destinies.
